#baby spring clothes

[kidsclothsaccessories]

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[kidsonlineshoppingsworld]

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[seasicksilver]

good old times

[mightbemod]

I made this because I've seen multiple fanarts of Jonathan with all the later jojos as kids, and they usually make Johnny a kid too! But Johnny is also an old man with his many descendants and now must feel the burden of fatherhood

Children featured from left to right: Kei Nijimura, Dragona Joestar, Jodio Joestar, Yoshikage Kira, George Joestar III, Joseph Joestar

Bonus:

[tadpolebobatea]

Day 3 - Favourite dynamic (i'd file this under romantic, platonic, and unhealthy)

Billy Tella. UU blorbos number 1 and 2.

The pookies, I love their dynamic in all instances but something about the angst of the 100th really gets me. The whole going to hell together thing appeals to my poor soggy soul.

(Something something cigarette lighting symbolic for tella assisting with Billy’s self destruction something something)

(cigarette lighting is symbolic for my completely healthy interest is rgg games. come closer i dont bite )

I'm just a sucker for the whole "captain and his right hand man " dynamic, something about unconditional loyalty and devotion and the attitude of "i owe you my life. maybe more than that" is so so so so good

Timelapse (I couldn’t make any of these poses work. It drove me fucking mental)

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

👕Fred and his homemade graphic tees👕

[sunbedo]

last night i dreamt i held you (stardew valley 1.6 update for console) in my arms.....

[em-b-sides]

I think about that tiktok trend where you like paint your partners eye color on your nails or make a bracelet or something with the color a lot actually

[honeyboyfelix]

my sister (fall baby) and i (spring baby) having opposite aesthetics from the season we were born in is actually very funny

[kidsclothsaccessories]

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[flowerflamestars]

Effloresce snippet

“And her daughter,” Azriel went on, quiet, “Shahar, heir to the Kingdom of Illyria and the Court of Night.”   “They died,” Nesta’s voice rang, cold clarity, a knife through Cassian’s ribs, “On Illyrian soil. The father blamed the assassins and the son”- “Yes,” Azriel hissed, not a man, a shadowsinger born of mountain cold and absolute cave darkness, cruel in what he could not unknow.   Shahar, the hope and dream of two different worlds. Patient cleverness, wrathful magic- a half Illyrian child who could sing the wind to shape so easily as she could winnow darkness and call down dreams.   A high lady worth following, at just seventeen.   An awing, devastating, dangerous power- to no one more than Cassian’s brother, who’d followed the song of his soul all the way to servitude.   It was Vanserra- quick, bright Lucien- who fearlessly leaned closer, and put a hand on Azriels shoulder. Embers floated free in the air, beautiful, delicate temporary stars. “There’s somewhere we need to go, Shadowsinger.”   Horror rippled visibly over Nesta’s face, greying her pallor further.   She swallowed. Retraced her steps to reach, without a shred of hesitation, and fold her smaller hand over Azriel’s unmoving grip. “Tell us what you need, and you will have it.”   Gentle- gods and fucking stars- Lucien Vanserra tugged on Azriel’s shoulder, and unresponsive, pulled the fell wind of the north willing into a winnow.   The sudden magic didn’t startle Nesta, not like it would have Feyre. She went right back to pacing, quick and vicious. Cassian watched through three revolutions before Nesta’s steps stalled.   “She was his”-   Her furious shoulders framed before the window, steel. Starlit snow through the glass, Lucien ember’s flung around her still, like magic itself could not resist that draw any more than he himself wished to. She was beautiful and terrifying, a light herself in this world, and Cassian was not Azriel- he would not have survived without her, now that he’d found her.   “Yes.”

[900revolvingwheels]

am a million times happier in the fall and winter but love blue skies but rain is the most important thing ever but hate when it gets dark early but love being outside in the dark but hate being cold but love the feeling of it on my skin and i love the smell of spring but holiday lights and decorations make the streets so beautiful. happy almost autumn equinox i think im gonna throw up

[atenderofsycamoretrees]

Sachin & Babi Spring 2023 Ready-to-Wear

Photos courtesy of Sachin & Babi

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[heybeedesigns]

[mostly-imagines]

The Morning After The Venus Drug

You wake to an ache that runs straight through your muscles and into your bones. Your eyelids feel weighted as you try to blink yourself to consciousness, the fabric of the pillowcase an unexpectedly tough barrier.

You lay on your stomach, bed sheets pooling around your waist. You recognize the weight of Jason’s arm over you before you see him, hair tousled and face scrunched up against your same pillow.

His cheeks are flushed pink and he’s still perspired, but he looks peaceful. You press the back of your hand to his forehead, frowning at the heat you’re met with.

You try your hardest to unwrap his arm from around your torso without waking him, an action that requires far more energy than you were hoping to capitulate to. But that movement turns out to be nothing compared to the ache felt when you try to move your legs.

A slight shift has you immediately stilling, the soreness between your legs proving to be more severe than anticipated. You stifle a groan, slowly pushing yourself to sit up. You have to take a moment to rest your muscles as your legs hang limp over the side of the bed.

Your legs are shaky and unstable as you try to stand and you nearly fall back onto the bed. You need a few practice steps before you’re able to pick up any actual pace towards the door.

You sit on the side of the tub while you clean yourself up, the skin of your thighs almost too tender to bear the ruggedness of the rag. You can’t be sure of how many rounds you went last night, but if you’re in this kind of shape, he must be worse off.

On your way to toss the used cloth in favor of a new one, a glance in the mirror has you double-taking. The hickies scattered across your neck and collarbone are blossoming dark and to be expected. However, the sight of bruises littered across your waist and hips draw some extra attention. They don’t hurt, really, the marks mostly bring forth warm feelings.

But you know that Jason won’t feel the same upon discovering them, so you figure it's best to cover them up for now.

You quietly shuffle through the bedroom drawers and pull out one of his gray shirts that’s even a little big on him. It drowns you out, more than enough to cover your rembrandts from last night.

The floorboards creak as you make your way to the kitchen, steps stiff and awkward. The warm orange light flowing in from the living room curtains is soothing, if not far too bright.

With a restrained pull, you pop the fridge open, careful not to let the unseal make too much noise. You collect a bottle of water and dampen the extra rag with cool water from the faucet.

You tiptoe back to the bedroom, supplies in hand. The mattress springs squeak slightly as your weight returns to them.

One hand comes to rest on Jason’s back as water from the washcloth drips down your other arm. “Hey,” you trace nonsense patterns into his skin, hoping the sensation will be enough to rouse him like it usually is.

But he doesn’t so much as stir, still breathing deeply. “Jay?” you shake him lightly, “You gotta wake up, baby.”

His eyes squeeze shut harder and a groan reverberates from deep in his throat. “Fuck…”

“Hey pretty boy,” you murmur, brushing his hair back. His face burrows further into the pillow as his hand comes up to blindly search for your thigh, kneading your skin once he finds you. “How you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a train,” he croaks, turning his head hesitantly into the light to look at you. He squints as he takes in the sight of you, slowly shifting onto his back. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head tenderly, “Just sore.” You hold the water out to him, “Here.”

He looks at the water, then back to you. You huff, “Just drink it. I’ll have some after.”

He perches himself up on his elbow, taking the bottle from your hand with a pout. He chugs down three gulps before pushing the drink back in your hands expectantly. You feel his eyes on you as you take your own sips, only moving to sit up completely when he’s satisfied with your hydration.

He grunts as he adjusts his muscles to the new position, holding a hand out. “Lemme see you.”

“I’m alright,” you tell him, trying to mitigate his worry before it begins.

But his face only sterns, voice becoming serious. “Then let me see you.”

You’re ready to argue more to save him from the sure-to-come guilt, but he tugs your shirt up anyway, blinking a few times to get a clearer look at your skin.

Delicate hands come to hold you by the sides of your ribs, nudging you this way and that to examine the bruises littered across your skin. “Oh fuck, baby..”

He leans in close, running featherlight touches over the marks. “I don’t…” his chest drops, “I don’t remember doing that.”

You nod in understanding, taking his hands in yours and pulling them away from your body. “They don’t hurt. I like seeing them.”

He peers up at you skeptically and you nod again. “I like them. A lot. I like anything you give me.”

He closes his eyes and drops his head, “I should give you nicer things. Less painful.”

You gently push his face up to look at yours, keeping hold of his cheeks. “You do give me nice things,” you tell him before pressing a slow kiss to his lips. You rest your forehead against his, “But I like the rougher things too. Especially when I get them while you’re feeling good.”

His hands cover yours, moving them back down and turning them so he can hold them properly. “You’re okay?”

“I’m better than okay. Can guarantee I’m feeling better than you are anyways.” You pull back, scanning over his flushed face. You pick up the rag from your now considerably wet thigh, dabbing his forehead with it. “You look overheated.”

He relaxes a bit against the coolness, “Yeah, the effects of the toxin take a little while to wear all the way off. It’s not so bad anymore though.”

You nudge him to lay back down, draping the cloth over his head. He looks over you fondly as you lay a light kiss on his collarbone before tucking yourself into his side with closed eyes.